The Rain Song                                                                                     In the sound of late summer drizzle                                                       squashing the palm trees, 
 banana leaves and concrete roofs,                                           happy is the chirping bird 
nestled                                                                                     in a neighbours's jackfruit tree,                                                  singing the natural song of life                                                       while I hook on to the printed word                                             sighing the strain of 
early mid life stasis 
chiming the tune of  a stale symphony.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    